The other day, I was asked how I motivate myself to write.
Ha! I nearly spat my drink across the table.
Because, even if I lack the means to motivate myself to do anything else in life, writing is the one thing I don’t have – have never had – a problem with doing.
Sitting at my computer, or at my desk with a pen in my hand, does not and has never scared, intimidated or not appealed to me. In fact, it’s as near my idea of the perfect way to spend my time as I can realistically come up with.
Time, I said. Time. That’s the issue here.
How, in today’s setting of having to earn a living, manage a household, use but not allow yourself to abuse social media, network, read, exercise and have something resembling a social life, I asked, does one find the time to write?
Answers on a postcard, please, because I’m sure you don’t have time to write a letter.